Town Crier

Now summer had been no friend to him and fall was looming cold

There was a pocket of warm near a jewelry store sellin things of gold

Jim Weston was a local cop, only 24 years old

Got a call from the jewelry store, the same old message told

Must be a million times, wish hed had a dime for every stop at that shop of gold

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But all is well, all is well

All except for the town crier

But hey, hed never tell

You see he cries in his sleep

And lies when he speaks

All is well

So the old man says, Nice to see you, Jim.

And Jim smiled cause the whole town knew his name

But he couldnt recall that of the man who was sittin out in the rain

And his face was flushed with the blood of a heart of shame

You gotta get going old man, this aint no place for you.

The owners of the shop have complained.

The old man pulls himself up and says, Well, thats just the same.

Even a warm grate in a slab of concretes no place for a man with no name.

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